The child sat down listlessly, watching his scientist parents have a conversation with their co-workers. He was a prodigy, right? Being the son of two famous scientists - Christopher Collins and June Brighton - had bound to make you smarter, right? No. This was not the case for young Phillip. He was average...maybe even less.
"...use him..."
"...danger..."
"...beneficial to...world..."
Catching snippets of their conversation, Phil frowned in confusion as the scientists began to move towards him.
"M-Mom?" He squeaked. "Dad?"
His mother smiled widely; a bit too widely. "Don't worry dear, you're just going to help us." Before the young 7-year old could say anything, he felt a rope tie back both of his hands. Eyes widening, he panicked and began to struggle, when his father came up to him and injected a serum into his body. Feeling drowsy, Phil began to feel light-headed as his world faded into darkness.
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Phil awoke, strapped into the table. He struggled to remember why he was where he was - until it all came rushing back to him. The injection, being tied up - where was he now?
"Ah, good. I see you're awake." A sinister voice chuckled, making the young boy shiver. A man with straight auburn hair, glasses and a blood-stained lab coat, holding a needle stepped out of the darkness, smirking.
"Time to begin the experiments~" He cackled maniacally, grabbing a tube of serum from the table beside where the 7-year old laid. Without any warning, he injected a black liquid into Phil's right eye. Letting out a scream, Phil's eye became blurry and black-colored tears leaked out from the base. The scientist let out a murmured 'interesting' and scribbled some notes on a clipboard. Next, he injected the black-haired boy with a golden-colored serum. The olive-eyed boy squirmed as he felt his heart beat increase. Chuckling, the man grinned like a predator. "That was the demon venom and the adrenaline. Not bad, you haven't passed out. Yet."
Holding back a sob, Phil shrieked as a red serum was injected into his other eye. It quickly changed to crimson, as the young boy's vision hazed to a red tint. More and more serums were injected; Phil quickly lost track of the time as he was continuously experimented on. The green serum gave him radiation poisoning. The white serum tore the flesh of his mouth. The blue serum burnt his neck. It continued day after day - to be exact, 5 weeks, before something happened. The scientist, who Phil had learnt that the name was Dr. Alexander Parasov, smirked and held up three syringes. "Here's today's batch! Violet, gray and a crystal clear one. Heh."
The young boy repeatedly muttered 'no', as the violet was injected into him. Screaming at the feeling that was like his bones and flesh being ripped violently apart, tears flowed from his eyes, as his fingers became sharper and more black. Parasov titled his head. "Ah, claw development. I need to write that down." He grabbed the clipboard and began writing. "Day 36, first day of the 6th week. Claw development from violet mixture."
Yawning, the sadist grabbed the gray serum and placed it where Phil's heart was. The boy screeched, struggling in his metal restraints. He felt his heart best irregularly - he could feel it beating blood, he could feel the blood sloshing around in it, he could feel the valves opening and closing - he wanted it to stop. The scientist chuckled. "Ah, as expected of the Heart Serum. You know, your father does have a good use after all."
Phil glared at Parasov. "Do not call him my father." His voice was scratchy and had a dual-tone, but still sounded like a child. "He left me here! With a psychopathic nutjob! Whatever that means..." He growled, muttering the last part. Cackling, the so-called nutjob began inserting the clear serum into the young boy. Phil stared off into space silently. Raising a brow, the scientist stared at the boy, hoping for a reaction.
"Parasov!" Came the voice over the intercom. "Yes, Mr. Carlos?" He called, sighing. "Our nuclear reactor is going to overheat! Get out of testing chamber PH1L1P!" Rolling his eyes, Parasov chuckled. "A few minutes won't do any harm, will it?" Phil glared at him. "You're going to die." The older man sneered, but was surprised by his sudden voice. "Yeah right, like that'll-" Before the madman could finish, a warm golden and green explosion resounded through the lab. His eyes wide, Parasov trembled.
BOOM.
Screaming filled the sound of Phil's ears. The nuclear waste leaked into his open wounds, causing him to gasp in pain as the new claws retracted, his distorted body returning to normal and his ripped clothes no longer tainted with black. However, his mouth was very distorted and he has sharp teeth that looked like they could tear through flesh. He groaned, and looked back to see that behind him was a crater of where the lab once stood. He stood there, dumbfounded for a second, before grinning and leaping up in joy. "I ESCAPED! WOO!" The 7-year old smiled at his newfound freedom. "I'll need a surgical mask-" As luck would have it, a clean, fresh box of surgical masks had found its way next to him, along with a leather bag and a water bottle. Shrugging, Phil grabbed a surgical mask and placed it over his mouth and placed the box and the bottle in the bag, before carrying it over his shoulder.
It was time for him to start his new life - new name, new friends, new family. He would keep Phil, but no longer would he be Phil Collins - He would be Phil. Just Phil. He just needed to find an orphanage nearby that would accept him...
